May 10, 2012
Dream scenes

Running out barefoot into the dusty dawn street, dodging barrelling lights-out traffic. Both the cars and myself were charging to the side of the canal to watch the transit of the gigantic blue and white submersible recently acquired by some dream magnate of my mind.

A black-and-ivory Les Paul with gold trim.

A conversation with someone about the essential brilliance of Roger Ebert.

mike whybark. 63 words. Posted at May 10, 2012 07:42 AM
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